Evelyn
“Lucas,” I say in shock.
He looks me over with concern, his initial grip on my arm softening to something more tender and affectionate. I almost forgot how we left things in the Bloodstone Pack with the promise of a dinner. I almost forgot how Lucas apologized and asked for a second chance with me.
The worry in his eyes as he checks me for injuries is an inescapable reminder.
Seemingly satisfied that I’m unharmed, Lucas tugs me close, leaning his forehead against mine. The motion is so intimate, and I’m torn.
Part of me is immediately uncomfortable. I shouldn’t be this close to anyone other than my mate. I don’t want to be.
But another part of me remembers the years that Lucas was my mate. The familiarity between us is so easy, like an old sweater you don’t miss until you f
